ENJOY THE SHOW YOU CRAZY BASTARDS
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"You're so damn beautiful, Catelyn," Jon moaned into her mouth as he bit her lower lip. Jon pulled away from her and began kissing her neck,sucking and licking every part of her neck, she could feel wet sensation all across her neck, making her let out small moans of involuntary pleasure. When he reached her breasts, he sucked on them like a little boy wanting to get milk from his mother.
" Please someone help me," Catelyn thought as Jon moved from one breast to the other and sucking them alternatively, he sucks the right side while kneading the left one.
He uses his tongue to flicker her nipple and then sucks in so hard that she could already feel wet sensation in her pussy.
She no longer cared about the bastard's touch; she just closed her eyes and imagined that he wasn't there and that it was Brandon who was touching her.
"You're imagining I'm my uncle Brandon, aren't you?" the bastard asked as he looked into her eyes and pinched her nipples with his hands and squeezing them, then he took his one hand to her ass and started kneading it to his liking.
She didn't answer, she just closed her eyes and thought about Brandon.
"Do you know why Uncle Benjen tells me I have wolf blood like uncle Brandon?" the bastard asked again, and that caught his attention.
"Because"— moaned Catelyn as she threw her head back from Jon's kisses on her neck.
"They say those of us with this blood are untamable, besides, Uncle Brandon and I have something in common, want to know what it is?"— The bastard asked as he grabbed her hair and forced her to look him in the eyes.
By this point she was no longer putting up any restrictions; she was letting herself be manipulated like a doll.
"What is it?"— Catelyn wanted to know, intrigued. She had wanted to know what the love of her life and a bastard had in common.
"We are both fascinated by women, you think my uncle Brandon loved you, maybe he did, but he was a man who couldn't stay in one bed, he stole the virginity of many women and many gave themselves to him willingly"— The bastard confessed as he resumed sucking her breasts.
"No… It's true. Brandon was a knight who fought for my hand," Catelyn said between sighs from the kisses on her breasts.
"Like I said, he may have loved you as his wife, but he was a man who loved to drink, fight, and be with women. My father only had one bastard. How many do you think Brandon would have gave you?" the bastard asked, running his hand down her stomach.
Catelyn remembered the night at Harrenhall. Brandon and Robert Baratheon had partied all night drinking and singing, Ned had left early to spend time with Howland Reed and Lyanna, and Brandon had slept with other women at that tournament.
"Lady Stark, wet like a commoner from the touch of a bastard, what would my lord father say if he saw us?"— Jon mocked as he ran his hand over her femininity.
"I'm not wet for you, you bastard," she said, as if trying to make him angry.
"I've seen you all this moon, Catelyn. You've been looking at me and you're not even trying to hide it.
I feel your gaze wherever I go. Have you been touching yourself thinking about me, or have you been fucking my father thinking about me and how I fuck the castle maids?" Jon asked as he made circles on her wet pussy and played with her clitoris with his thumb.
"I will never think of you that way, you bastard. You can humiliate me all you want, but I will never desire you or your father like I desire Brandon."— Catelyn declared as she fought to keep from moaning louder.
"Well, I don't want your love, Catelyn. You can give that to the dead or to my brothers. But tell me one thing, Catelyn, what's my name?" the bastard asked as he thrust his fingers inside her, making her scream into his shoulder.
She didn't respond. Jon kept pushing his fingers in and out and playing with her clitoris, and all Catelyn could do was bite the bastard's shoulder to stifle her moans.
"What did you call me, Catelyn?" the bastard asked again, and Catelyn felt like she was about to come on the bastard's fingers.
Just as she was about to finish, the bastard took his fingers out of her, and that was a relief to her.
"Tell me what did you call me?" Jon ordered in a hoarse voice, inches from his face.
"Jon. Jon Snow"— Catelyn replied, looking into his blue-gray eyes.
"That's right,sweetie, now kiss me," Jon said, then kissed her frantically. She responded, and now it was her turn to put her tongue into the bastard's mouth. Both tongues met and danced for a long moment. When they ran out of air, she captured Jon's lower lip and bit it until it bled.
"Get dressed and get out of here, if you want to do it again you know where to find me"— The bastard declared as he gave her a hard slap on the ass that echoed in the room and squeezed it hard.
She took her dress and put it on; the dampness ran down her legs and her face felt red. The bastard would pay for this; now she had to get rid of him.
He had seen her naked, touched her body, her vagina, and kissed her in a way that Ned never had.
"You will pay for this humiliation, Jon Snow," Catelyn said as she finished getting dressed.
"I'll be waiting for it, Catelyn. You can hate me all you want, but your body desires me," the bastard mocked.
She unlocked the door and ran out of there; nobody saw her go in and nobody saw her go out. When she got to her rooms, two guards were on watch and were surprised to see her.
"We thought my lady was still in her room?" the guard asked, bowing.
" I went for a walk before dawn. I left shortly after the other shift ended. I promise I'll let you know next time," she replied to the guard before going into her room.
She had to come up with a plan to get rid of the bastard; after all, she had two moons to do it.
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